Conversations, travel, food — and the belief that moving deliberately through the world changes everything.
Enter →A memoir written after losing Gloria. A cookbook born in her kitchen. Two stories about where we come from and how we carry it forward.
Read the books →Small groups. Cultural immersion, not tourism. New Zealand, Montana, New Mexico. Five spots. Always a conversation first.
See the journeys →Grief, food, travel, sustainable living. Every other weekend. Something loosens when you sit in a room like this.
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Born in Monrovia, Liberia. Shaped by seven countries. I've walked 2,000 miles across four Camino de Santiago pilgrimages, studied ancient Vedic texts, and practiced sustainable agriculture on a property along the Molalla River in Oregon.
I don't approach the world from a distance. I enter it fully — as a chef, an author, a guide, and someone who believes that moving deliberately through life is the whole work.
Thursday Morning Musings — short, honest dispatches about grief, presence, food, and the practice of living deliberately. Written before the world fully wakes up.
"The tree doesn't chase its shadow. Neither should you."
Subscribe on Substack →"At eleven years old, I was a civilian in a civil war. My compass was my mother, Gloria — a woman who navigated our family to safety with what seemed like ease."
"When you feed people, something sacred happens. Walls come down. Languages stop mattering. You're just people, sharing a table, being seen."
On presence, receiving, and what it means to be grounded in abundance after a long season of building.
What it means to raise a child with roots and wings — with deliberate love, ancient wisdom, and a willingness to be changed by them.
Every other weekend. 90 minutes. Small groups of 15–20 people. Grief, food, travel, sustainable living — things that matter. Pay what reflects your means.
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